Claiming Her Cowboy. Tina Radcliffe

asked when you will be heading to Big Heart Ranch.”

      He paused for a moment at the question, planning his strategy. “I’m not leaving you to spend time observing a ranch.”

      “Oh?” She smiled. “Then you’re approving the original donation amount?”

      Jack crossed the room and put an arm around his aunt’s thin shoulders. “Aunt Meri, you know you’re my favorite aunt.”

      She chuckled. “I’m your only aunt.”

      He grinned. “True. And while you are as generous as you are kind, you can’t give away the foundation money to every shyster that comes along.”

      Meredith gasped. Her sharp blue eyes blazed, taking him back to his childhood days of misbehaving and facing his aunt’s wrath. She had never hesitated to serve up well-deserved punishment for his crimes. Jack took a step back when she straightened to her full five-foot-nothing height.

      “Lucy Maxwell is not a shyster!”

      “What do you really know about the woman, Aunt Meri?”

      “What I know is that the bulk of the foundation’s income is from mineral and oil rights. My husband inherited those rights from his great-great-grandfather, who was one-half Osage Indian. The foundation was set up to ensure that the funds were invested locally.” She pinned her gaze on her nephew. “Big Heart Ranch is as local as it gets, and they are an investment in this community’s future.”

      He wasn’t going to point out that she hadn’t answered his question. Instead, he tried another tactic.

      “You’ve proposed nearly doubling the donation to this ranch. Why?”

      His aunt narrowed her eyes and exhaled sharply. “Have you been talking to your father?”

      “What makes you say that?”

      “He’s made it quite clear that he believes I’m not fit to manage the foundation. Oh, he thinks he’s being subtle, sending you out here as in-house counsel, but I know what he’s up to.”

      “Aunt Meri, Dad’s concerned about your health, that’s all.”

      She offered a harrumph at his words. “I’ll tell you what I told him, Jackson. Vertigo does not equal diminished mental capacity.”

      “What about the chemo?”

      “My treatments are completed and I’ve been given a clean bill of health by my physicians. The cancer is in remission. Shall we have my oncologist contact your father?”

      “Aunt Meri, please don’t get upset. The bottom line is I’m here as the foundation’s attorney. Not to inspect a ranch in Timber.”

      “I don’t see why you can’t do both. They have internet and telephones at the ranch, so you’ll be able to stay in touch. My assistant has all the numbers. Besides, while the ranch is on the outskirts of Timber, you’re still only twenty minutes away.”

      “Twenty minutes is forever if you need me.”

      She paused and gave him a hard, assessing glance. “What are you really doing in Oklahoma, Jackson? You’ve been in New York since forever. I have a hard time believing your father didn’t pressure you to come out here.”

      “Not at all. Dad would never do that.”

      “Oh, please. Your father could talk a peacock out of his feathers.”

      He laughed. She was right, he’d give her that. Except the truth was more complicated. His father did want him to check on his aunt. It was a coincidence that Jack desperately needed a change of scenery.

      “He told me the position was open, and you were vetting candidates. Perhaps it was... What’s that saying of yours? A God thing.”

      Her expression said she didn’t believe him for a second. “You made it clear once you left for college that you prefer the big-city skyscrapers over the red clay of Oklahoma. You’ve been gone a long time. What happened to make you quit your job and take on the foundation position?”

      “Let’s just say that I’m reevaluating my options.”

      “In my day, a man like you would have been considered a catch. Why haven’t you settled down, Jackson?”

      “Aunt Meri, I’m not much of a family man.”

      “What does your fiancée say about that? Isn’t she still one of your options?”

      “That’s over.”

      She slowly shook her head and glanced past him, out the window. “I’m so sorry to hear that. What happened?”

      “Let’s just say she was more interested in my wallet than me.”

      “Ahh, so that’s why you’re being so hard on Lucy.”

      “My personal life has nothing to do with Big Heart Ranch.”

      “No?” She cocked her head.

      Silence settled between them. “What’s going on?” his aunt finally said. “You’ve been unhappy for some time. I could tell from your phone calls.”

      He met his aunt’s perceptive gaze. Was he unhappy? Or simply disenchanted and searching for something real in his life?

      She frowned. “You always wanted to make a difference, Jackson. What changed?”

      “Make a difference? Did I say that?” He scoffed. “If I did, then you’re correct. That was a long time ago. What’s changed is that I’m not an idealistic attorney anymore.”

      “I think maybe deep inside you are.” She placed her hand on his arm. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to have you here, but as far as Lucy Maxwell and Big Heart Ranch are concerned, you couldn’t be more off base. I still contend that you can’t make a decision to cut off their funding without investigating the situation.”

      “Off base? I did my research. That ranch is a money pit.”

      She offered a sound of disgust. “That doesn’t mean they’re mismanaging the funds. I don’t believe for a minute that anything shady is going on at that ranch, and I challenge you to find one bit of evidence to support your claim.”

      Meredith gripped her cane and walked to the wall of family portraits. Her hand trailed the ornate, gilded edges of the frames. A huge portrait of Jack’s grandfather hung next to a smaller one of her husband, followed by another of Jack’s father. She stopped at a painting of Jack with his twin brother, Daniel. They were nine years old, mirror images, with matching grins and dark curls. There, however, the similarities ended. Daniel was charming, outgoing and impulsive, while Jack was shy, hesitant and introverted.

      A wave of sadness and guilt slammed into him as he stared at the painting. Twenty-five years had passed, yet nothing would ever be the same. Daniel was gone and it was his fault. He’d been minutes behind his brother that day and hadn’t been able to save him.

      “I miss Daniel,” Meredith murmured with a soft sigh. He was surprised when she turned and wrapped her arms around him in a loving hug.

      The scent of his aunt’s lavender perfume carried him back years. “I miss him, too, Aunt Meri,” he whispered.

      His father’s words from when Jack left New York raced through his thoughts. When we lost your brother and your mother left, your aunt was there for both of us. This is an opportunity for you to be there for her. She won’t ask, but Meri needs help.

      He swallowed hard as he stared at his brother’s smiling face. “I’ll go to the ranch, Aunt Meredith.”

      Jack grimaced when he realized that the words had actually slipped from his lips. When his aunt’s face lit up, he knew that it was much too late to take them back.

      “Oh, Jackson, I knew I could count on you to do the right thing. I’ll call Lucy immediately.”